00:02 a day in May,
roar of a plane taking off, absently listening to the radio a voice that reads the horoscope for the day today.
A dark shining outside my window, a storm just ended.
the rhythmic tinkling of raindrops on the window sill has tried to create a melody that masks my bad mood.
Gusts of wind shook the bed nets, apparent calm .. occasional cars passing on the SS 415 have a loud wake, like a glove with water that sends out its own voice, a soft cry as wake.
had a silvery color and brightness is blinding.
airport lights in the distance, they are also preparing for the forced immobility of the night. All fragrances
spark the layer of water that covers everything.
Today I watched the puddles, just rippled by a gentle breeze in the rare moments of calm Pluvio of Jupiter, to become a little rough sea raped by many small missiles from above.
Tanta, which separates me too much rain, too long, from my love of two wheels, a safety valve and a source of sanity that I miss in his absence.
A positive aspect of this incredible amount of water in the past month and a half is the unusual bright green lawns and plants grow everywhere and are thriving as never before.
In a small garden near the house a purple iris is checked within a few days and purple veins of the leaves make my morning and my best revival.
I think all in all the world is still a great place to live if you search for fragments of known unaware life form of plants growing, small figs, which will become within one month of good and sweet fruits to eat. In
all this just to emphasize the fact that not everything is perfect, there are things that I miss them deeply and things that right now "possess." A tenuous balance
who live every day but that is always on the edge of a precipice, ready to sink into an abyss with no name ...
Reflections night rambling
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